A/N: prompt from tumblr: wanna dance?
set post-inquisition at the little epilogue party.
Aubrie sighed. This was supposed to be a party – a chance to celebrate and relax – and yet she felt more overwhelmed and exhausted than Josephine looked.
There had been dancing and dining with nobles she barely knew, gaping expressions of awe from nobles to servants, and endless requests for tales about dragons and Corypheus and everything in between. Aubrie had spent most of the evening with Blackwall, and had slipped away to catch up with Dorian and Sera and the rest of her friends, but mostly she'd been entertaining her guests, moving tirelessly from one conversation to the next.
It came as no surprise to anyone when she quietly slipped off to her quarters, reminding Josephine to breathe and asking Cullen to tell absolutely no one where she was headed. When she made it to her room, she collapsed on the couch, too exhausted to do anything but not quite tired enough to sleep.
Blackwall was halfway up the stairs before Aubrie even heard his footsteps. "You didn't think you could just sneak away like that, did you?"
Aubrie found herself laughing, despite her exhaustion. "I didn't sneak away. You looked like you were enjoying yourself with Sera and Varric."
"I was," he admitted. "But I couldn't let you get away without that dance you promised me."
Groaning, Aubrie apologized, "I completely forgot. Between that Marcher who kept trying to duel me and that Orlesian who claimed–" She trailed off as Blackwall offered a hand to her.
"My lady, may I have this dance?"
Aubrie complied eagerly, taking his hand and pulling herself up despite her aching feet. They moved slowly, swaying to the barely-audible music from the main hall. Aubrie gave a contented sigh as realization washed over her. "No Corypheus, no war, no immediate threats to all of Thedas – we could just stay here like this."
Blackwall paused their dancing or a moment, pressing a light kiss to Aubrie's lips. "I think I would like that."